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Nuno’s parents came from Portugal to visit us for a few weeks. From Whuff’s reaction, you’d think we’d reunited the Beatles. (Which, ok, maybe not. Zombie George Harrison is sort of terrifying.) Especially Grandpa. If dad is awesome, Grandpa must be EVEN BETTER. Well, duh.

It’s hard having family on the other side of the Atlantic, and I know that Paulo certainly misses them. They did all the fun stuff like playing trains and going to the park and none of the torture of such horrors as teeth brushing or bedtime. They certainly got more smooches in their visit than get in, oh, ever.

I was blissfully napping while this photo was taken. Oh, the joy of being at grandma’s house! MOM gets to nap! My brother in law provided the documentation of Whuff’s first visit to this side of the Atlantic. Apparently, he was not the biggest fan of the sand.

I’m a little sad I wasn’t there with him as the beach is my favorite place and I would have loved to go there with my favorite Whuffle, but man was I a fan of that nap.

[ More photos to come eventually – it’s hard to get on top of editing them because I keep taking more pictures… and I’m spending more time napping and eating than tethered to the computer. ]

I don’t have all of the photos of the wedding back yet, but our wonderful, amazing, and other praise-worthy adjectives photographer – Lis Bokt – sent me a few shots for those of you (which would be all of you) clamoring to see baby in tux photos.

It should be noted that other than spitting up on said tux, The Whuff was a perfect wedding attendant. He slept through the whole ceremony! He also handled the reception exceptionally well, provided he got a few breaks from his busy social schedule in order to nurse. I was a bit nervous having a wedding with a three month old infant (the wedding was planned before I got pregnant) – but it was awesome. I loved having our baby be part of our celebration.

Special kudos to my mom for hosting the reception AND organizing the whole thing since I was either too pregnant or too brain dead and breastfeeding to be much help.

There are a few other photos not including Mr. Whuffles on my Flickr account – not that anyone cares about boring old wedding pictures with no baby in them.

A quick note on the photos: I’m fairly boob-tacular at the moment. Whuff’s going through the three month growth spurt and the increase in my supply meant that my boobs at the wedding were a whole cup size larger than they were the week before when I did the final “make sure I can squeeze those suckers into the dress” fitting. I’m told they were difficult to work with photographically, and I believe that. They were also extremely difficult to shove into a dress!

Nuno’s parents have been visiting from Portugal – they came for the wedding and have been hanging out with us and The Whuff this past week. They head back tomorrow and I’m going to have to carefully inspect their suitcase for stowaway Whuffles. It’s really too bad that Portugal and New England are separated by that pesky Atlantic Ocean – they, of course, love their wee grandson and he’s pretty fond of them in return. We’ll just have to make the most out of our visits!

First off, it bears mentioning that The Whuff is 3! Months! Old! today. I don’t know why this feels like a bigger milestone than two months did – perhaps because he’s transitioning into the next biggest clothes size? Maybe because he’s outgrown the “newborn” formula? Anyhow, he’s practically an adult over here. Holding up his own head and everything.

This impromptu photo with Grandma Isabel (who came over from Portugal for the wedding and is visiting for the week) is courtesy of a small adventure we had this afternoon. Somehow, we had the brilliant plan to take a walk this afternoon when it had clouded over. I brought an umbrella for us – but didn’t bother bring the plastic cover for his stroller, stupidly figuring that the canopy would be enough if it started raining. This is after the storm last night that woke us up with hail flying into our fifth floor window. My learning curve, it’s something else again.

So. There we were. Walking. Next to the river. Did I mention my not being the brightest crayon in the box over here? The river. I could just smack myself in the head. Of course I heard thunder, of course. So, we turned around to come home. And then the wind. The wind started blowing so hard that I was getting dirt in *my* eyes and I feared for The Whuff. We were very nearly home, but I didn’t dare walk with him exposed in the stroller with only the canopy to protect him – which did pretty much nothing for the wind.

We ducked into our handy dandy corner burrito shop. (It should be mentioned that considering how many burritos I ate while pregnant, this baby is about 20% burrito.) I bought a burrito for later because really, while nursing? I’ve never been hungrier in my life. I’m in a constant state of “I could eat.” As someone who has a very slow metabolism, this is all very new to me. Anyhow. Armed with burrito, I got Nuno to meet us with the car (and carseat!) and rescue us. Have I mentioned that we were a mere three blocks from home? Anyhow, we managed to get all humans and strollers and diaper bags into the car right quick, buckled the man into his seat, got home and ran him into the house without him getting a single drop of water on his wee head. I consider that a major accomplishment.

Now we’re home and very glad to be separated from the thunder and lightning by a nice sturdy roof. The kitties aren’t enjoying it so much, but we’re content to be dry and cozy. And hey, I’mma gonna go eat a burrito.

(PS: I just noticed looking at this photo that Whuff totally has Isabel’s eyes. Totally.)

Last day of April, last day with Grandma Isabel! Nuno’s mom returns to Portugal tomorrow – the Whuff is really going to miss her! It’s been so great having the first eight weeks of Whuff’s life surrounded by grandmas; my mom was here for March and Nuno’s mom has been here for April. Now it’s almost May and we’re about to cut the cord and set sail as a family of three. We’re so incredibly grateful for our families and the help we’ve received, and oh so ready to get going on our own. We’ll see Grandma Isabel again in June when we have our wedding ceremony in Vermont. By then, Paulo will probably be walking, speaking six languages, and if he’s not holding down a job, I’m charging him rent. Or maybe he’ll just be better at holding his head up. Either way.

[ The only drawback here is that the idea was that by week eight, the Whuff would be feeding less often at night. This is what we’d been told by our friends with babies and by our pediatrician, etc, and OH THE LIES THE LIES THEY HAVE TOLD ME IT’S ALL LIES. We have a schedule worked out and hopefully, we’ll be able to re-evaluate soon as hopefully – HOPEFULLY – The Whuff will cut back on his midnight snacks. I have all of my fingers and toes crossed. Of course, having written this down, the universe can totally hear me and thinks I’m smug and he’ll be eating four times per night until he’s eighteen. *sigh* ]